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Dragon's Excerpts {12} : I'm the Weirdest Person You'll Ever Meet!

Davey

"You are coming to the party with me." Giselle growls as she folds her arms across her chest.

I copy her movements and huff, "I am not!"

"Yes you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"You most certainly are!"

"I most certainly am not!"

This went on for another five minutes, each of us attempting to convince the other whether or not I was going with her to the party.

Giselle holds her hand out, temporarily silencing me. She opens her mouth and says, "Remember that time when I bought some gummy worms and gave you the whole pack without making you pay me back?"

My right hand slaps my forehead before I slowly slide it down my face.

"Dude!" I exclaim, done with life at this point. "You literally bought those for one dollar! I give you stuff that is worth more than that almost every day! Plus, that was five years ago and you didn't even earn that dollar, you cheated some old guy out of it by doing a "magic" trick!"

Giselle smiles deviously and mutters, "Oh yeah! That was the best trick I've ever done in my entire eighteen years of living. Ah, memories."

Gee, way to rub in the fact that I don't turn eighteen until two months after I start college.

What a bumnugget.

Silence falls over us as I watch Giselle stare into space like a loon, probably remembering the "magic" trick. 

I can't take it anymore! The silence is getting to me!

"Ugh fine I'll go to the stupid party with you!"

That is a terrible idea, my brain protests.

Yeah, my brain is probably right. Not even five seconds later, Giselle tackles me to the ground and squeals happily, shouting stuff like: "Omg I knew you would agree! and "We're gonna have so much fun!" and "Stephanopolopodopolous!"

I'm not joking. I am pretty sure I just heard her say that.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumble, trying to push her off of me. "Quit trying to murder my eardrums and get off of me already."

"Sweetie... if I wanted to murder your eardrums, I would've done so already."

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So, after this morning's terrible fright, I decide to go to the movies to get myself pumped and happy for when I have to go to Giselle's friend, Omar's stupid party. I hate parties. I am legit like Alessia Cara in the video for her song, Here.

That girl is so lucky we are best friends or I swear I would've murdered her already.

Not literally though. I am too lazy to murder her. But.. I have watched How to Get Away with Murder and Criminal Minds (still watch that) so I probably could.

Yeah, but then who would I call to tell them I need a shovel to bury the dead body? My best friend that's who, but she'd be dead because I killed her so then I'd just be screwed and...

Wow, that escalated quickly. 

I shake my head of my weirdo thoughts and smile before pushing open the theater's doors. 

The aroma of popcorn and other deliciously overpriced treats that could probably give me diabetes enter my nostrils. I sigh in content and skip over to the ticket box, standing behind an elderly woman with a walking stick.